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She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
The years like great black oxen tread the world
And God the herdsman goads them on behind
And I am broken by their passing feet.
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
The years like great black oxen tread the world
And God the herdsman goads them on behind
And I am broken by their passing feet.
The Countess Cathleen, 1892
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these
A youth of labour with an age of ease!
A youth of labour with an age of ease!
The Deserted Village
A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Do we indeed desire the dead
Should still be near us at our side ?
Is there no baseness we would hide ?
No inner vileness that we dread ?
How many a father have I seen
A sober man, among his boys
Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
Should still be near us at our side ?
Is there no baseness we would hide ?
No inner vileness that we dread ?
How many a father have I seen
A sober man, among his boys
Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
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